Desolate Grave

After the time it took to burn an incense stick.

Qin Yang finally felt the changes in his body slowly fading.

He slowly rose to his feet, sensing the changes in his body.

Following his breakthrough.

His muscles no longer felt weak and insubstantial. They had become firm, their contours faintly visible.

His blood and qi were still boiling wildly, thick veins bulging across his body and making his skin look unnaturally crimson.

His comprehension of the Arhat Fist had soared as if by rocket leap, as though he had trained bitterly for over a year.

He summoned the panel.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Proficient (1/300)

"Sure enough, there are no bottlenecks at all. As long as I have enough experience points, I can break through."

Qin Yang was incredibly excited.

His body seemed brimming with vitality. He could not wait to leave his room and continue training.

This frightened Xiao Huan. "Young Master, do you really not need to rest a little longer?"

"Haha, no need!"

"Bring this young master another bowl of medicinal soup."

Qin Yang strode out of the small courtyard.

After breaking through, the feeling of his body constantly growing stronger was simply amazing!

"I heard that martial artists have two major realms: Blood and Qi, and Inner Breath."

"Blood and Qi is further divided into three minor realms: Condensing Force, Blood Moving, and Gathering Qi."

"Condensing Force means condensing one's strength."

"This fist force is the soul of a fist technique. Only with a soul can the technique achieve the divine!"

Qin Yang recalled what Qian Hai had once taught the guards.

Of course, condensing fist force was not so easy. Some people could not manage it even after a lifetime.

Within Qin Manor, apart from the Family Head Qin Dongsheng, who was a Blood Moving Martial Artist, only Qian Hai had entered the Condensing Force realm. The remaining guards were all low-ranking martial artists.

"Once I cultivate the Arhat Fist to Minor Accomplishment, I should be able to condense fist force as well."

"I wonder whether one month will be enough."

Qin Yang felt that he was thinking too far ahead.

He cast aside his distracting thoughts and continued practicing the Arhat Fist.

Over the following days, Qin Yang trained in the Arhat Fist like a man possessed. Other than eating and sleeping, he practiced his fists.

Whenever any of his fair-weather friends came looking for him, he had Xiao Huan turn them away, claiming that he was recuperating from an illness.

He did not need to manage the Lineage's businesses at all. With Qin Dongsheng absent, the shopkeepers could each hold their own.

Every day, he crazily pushed his body to its limits, and his appetite grew larger and larger.

Because his understanding of the Arhat Fist had deepened, the time needed to perform a full set of the technique decreased considerably.

Combined with his increased stamina, Qin Yang could withstand more intense training.

From morning until night each day, he could practice the Arhat Fist around thirty times.

Ten days later.

The Arhat Fist broke through to the Mastery stage.

Qin Yang's physique strengthened once again, and both his arms and thighs became thicker.

Especially his two fists—their knuckles had become abnormally large and hard, while the outlines of his muscles grew even clearer.

His understanding of the Arhat Fist was now as though he had practiced it for years. Every move felt exceptionally familiar.

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Mastery (0/500)

"Five hundred proficiency points... that means a little over half a month."

"No, that should not be necessary. My stamina has improved again, so I should be able to train around forty times a day."

Qin Yang calculated inwardly.

Without another word, he resumed his training.

By now, he had fallen into a frenzied, almost pathological fanaticism.

The despairing and horrifying experience from his previous life had left him with an almost perverse obsession with making his physique stronger.

Another thirteen days passed.

Over these ten days, Xiao Huan felt as though every day was repeating itself.

Even though she did not need to train, she felt on the verge of breaking down.

She felt that her young master had completely gone astray in his cultivation.

Every day, he repeated the same fist technique, yet Qin Yang seemed unable to feel even the slightest boredom. His will remained incredibly high every day.

Even watching him made her feel horrified.

Boom!

Qin Yang unleashed another Arhat Demon Subduing!

This punch blasted out a dull, howling gust through the air.

Immediately afterward.

Fine crackling sounds came from the bones throughout his body. His skeletal frame expanded, and his muscles became even firmer and stronger.

Arhat Fist, Minor Accomplishment!

At that moment, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit became even more concentrated, carrying a fierce and forceful air!

"Condense!"

Qin Yang's face twisted as he growled.

He suddenly tensed every muscle in his body, bursting forth with a fierce, forceful strength that swiftly coursed through his entire body.

In that instant, it was as if dragons and serpents were slithering beneath Qin Yang's skin, constantly swelling and engorging it.

"This must be Arhat Fist force."

"Not enough."

"Still not enough!"

"I need to become stronger!!!"

Host: Qin Yang

Arhat Fist: Minor Accomplishment (0/800)

Qin Yang looked at the System Panel and revealed a sickly smile.

Eight hundred experience points—he could grind that out in less than half a month.

The sun set in the west.

A party of five or six people slowly entered an old forest.

"I haven't been home these past few days."

"That kid Qin Yang has probably played himself crazy."

Qin Dongsheng led his horse at the front, shaking his head slightly.

After concluding his business in Nanxing City, he immediately set out back for Linjiang City.

The two cities were some distance apart. A round trip took roughly ten days, and he was now halfway through the journey.

"Family Head, I think you should find the young master a good girl."

"Only after a man starts a family and builds a career will he become more mature and steady."

The guard Yu Cheng said with a smile.

"That is true. That kid is no longer so young."

"We cannot let him keep running wild like this."

Qin Dongsheng had entertained the same thought.

He glanced at the sky. Twilight hung heavily overhead, with a faint dark purple tint emerging.

By autumn, night fell quickly.

Qin Dongsheng did not intend to take the risk. "We'll camp in these woods tonight."

"Then Old Li and I will go gather some branches." Yu Cheng volunteered.

"Go. Watch out for wild beasts." Qin Dongsheng nodded.

Yu Cheng answered, then headed deeper into the forest with another guard.

Qin Dongsheng set up the tents with the other two guards.

Before long, night had completely fallen, and strange sounds began to emerge from the forest.

It was as though some wild beast were scraping tree bark with its claws, making those who heard it feel uneasy.

The deep mountain forest was pitch-black, without the slightest source of light, easily calling strange legends to mind.

Qin Dongsheng waited for a long time, yet Yu Cheng and the other man did not return.

"Strange. Why has Yu Cheng not returned yet?"

Qin Dongsheng frowned slightly.

"Family Head, should we go look for them?" one guard suggested.

"You stay here. I'll go look."

Qin Dongsheng rose to his feet and walked deeper into the forest.

After nightfall, the forest grew ever colder and gloomier.

Qin Dongsheng even sensed a faint, indistinct malice that sent chills down his spine.

"Something is wrong. There may be something in this forest."

Qin Dongsheng immediately turned back, intending to find the two guards first and meet up with them.

But when he returned to where he had been, his face instantly turned deathly pale.

The two guards had vanished.

However, something new had appeared.

A desolate, ruined Chaos Burial Ground.

Crooked gravestones stood densely packed together. Paper money and yellow funeral paper littered the ground.

By the moonlight, Qin Dongsheng even saw a ghastly white arm reaching out from beneath a grave mound.

There were also faint, indistinct eerie cries.

"Impossible. This Chaos Burial Ground clearly was not here before."

Qin Dongsheng's scalp tingled, and his face turned green.

Rustle, rustle~~

Suddenly.

A disturbance sounded behind him.

Qin Dongsheng spun around like a startled bird.

Yu Cheng and Old Li emerged from the pitch-black forest.

But upon seeing the two of them.

Qin Dongsheng became even more terrified.

They were not human at all!

Their faces were bloody and mangled, their eyeballs gouged out, and they stared at him with eerie grins plastered across their faces.

Terror and despair instantly engulfed Qin Dongsheng's heart.